The Rightful Rulers

*Askan* · 01-14-2021, 01:48 PM

Askan had never really considered himself to be scout material but Resin had gone and sent him ahead anyway. He'd agreed since he had no interest in helping shepard the pups but after days and days of cleaning and toiling away to make this place at least semi-presentable he well and truly felt as though he'd pulled the short straw. It was hard work and his neck still ached from swishing his makeshift broom about in the never-ending war against dust and cobwebs. But to his credit he'd made quite a lot of progress by the time Resin shouted out for him. Dropping his broom, Askan shot Squanch a dirty look when she attempted to waddle on after him. She could stay here and keep cleaning, thank you very much! Honking in protest Askan expected her to do whatever the fuck she wanted, since that was just how she rolled, but for once she seemed to cut him some lack. Askan counted his lucky stars. His nails clicked against the old cobbled stone as he made his way through the castle, the corridors were thin and narrow, all winding together as they met in the middle of a grand foyer.

"What?" Askan asked, looking more grey than brown thanks to all the dust.

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